Mojud

sâdho, yah tan thâth tanvure ka

The poem
O friend! this body is His lyre; He tightens its strings, and draws from it the melody of Brahma. If the strings snap and the keys slacken, then to dust must this instrument of dust return: Kabîr says: "None but Brahma can evoke its melodies."
Poet
Kabir
Source
Songs of Kabir (Rabindranath Tagore translation)
Rights
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